Rabid rings in the New Year with a new resolve

This year Rabid is determined to make a profit. Well, we’re determined to make a profit and keep some for ourselves. What with the tax man’s share and all the relatives to support, not to mention Uncle Tony’s “insurance premiums”, there’s never very much leftover for yours truly. So instead of resolving to quit smoking, which we’d have to take up in order to quit, or to quit drinking, which is never going to work, we’ve decided to resolve to make a quid.

First off we’re going to reduce our outgoings in order to hang onto more of our incomings. That’s fancy accountant speak, or so this bloke at the New Year’s Eve party told us, and is well understood by those who earn their bonuses by sacking people on a regular basis. We can’t follow exactly in their footsteps of course, since like most resellers there isn’t a cast of thousands idly waiting around for their redundancy packets. So we’ll stick to reducing the outgoings we have some control over.

Things started badly on this front, as we learned that we’re not actually in control of the outgoings headed towards the phone company and the electric company. Well we’re a bit in control before the fact, but not after the service has been consumed and both those utilities have a good understanding of the concept of “withdrawal of service”. We resolved to try that approach with some recalcitrant customers but that just earned us a lesson in “competition”. If anyone can advise how to transfer the same understanding of competition to the telecommunications and energy sectors, we’re all ears.

After the lights came back on, and the phones got dial-tone again, we called the smarty-pants from the party who claimed to know all about accounting and ingoing outcomings. Or was that shortcomings? Anyway, it didn’t help as he’s obviously a bloke who lives by his own advice. His phone isn’t connected. Or maybe he made a mistake with the phone number he scribbled on the napkin? We’re not really sure, but while he was writing down the number he was mumbling something about resolving not to scribble phone numbers on napkins, which we admit did seem odd at the time.

The other outgoings we have some control over are supposed to be divided into discretionary and non-discretionary expenditure. Another visit to wikipedia resolved the different nuances of that one in favour of paying the outstanding invoices from distributors. This was clearly going to be much harder than that accountancy bloke made it sound while the fireworks were going off like World War III in the background.

Or was that the champagne corks? Nah, the corks were popping like World War III at Uncle Tony’s penthouse balcony, where once again, we weren’t invited.

Something to do with health and safety and maximum numbers he said. Although there did seem to be quite a maximum of numbers up there when we looked up from the container wharf car park, so maybe we’re just being paranoid. Still, it was nice of him to arrange the empty container for those who couldn’t fit on his balcony. Nice view from the top, if a little difficult to reach due to the crowds of backpackers. But we digress and nothing will distract us from our resolve to resolve the outgoings issue. But where to begin after all the false starts?

For starters, we resolve not to get stuck with the bill for Uncle Tony’s party next year.

Gotta go! Customers waiting!

a in new rabid resolve rings the training & development with year